Chronicles of Light

By: Sokai

Disclaimer: I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the workings of W.I.T.C.H. -- I leave that honor up to Elisabetta Gnone. Nor do I own Elyon's birth parents' names of Wiera and Zaden. However, I can and DO claim to own this story and its inspired ideas FROM said series, as well as Wiera and Zaden's personality and history, and the original characters thrown into the mix. Remember this.

Note: Ouch. Only one new review for the previous chapter. Guess you're all "turned off" cuz this doesn't focus so much on the Guardians, huh? Oh well. It'll still turn out to be an interesting story, nonetheless. But yeah, apparently there's some confusion? Säde is Elyon's birth mother. Amala is/was Elyon's grandmother, and Säde's mother. I've made the name "Wiera" is the royal name of all of the women in the Escanor family, kind of like Queen Serenity in Sailormoon, etc. So, please don't get confused and think that Säde is Elyon's sister. No, she's her mother, and Säde is the birth name I'd given to her.

Anyway. Yeah, it's "witchinsider," not lover as I'd written in the last note. I know this. I WAS half asleep when I'd written it, and that was all the way in August, so whatever. Anyway, I'm sure this story's getting "ignored" just cuz it focuses on Elyon's history, and isn't really about the Guardians.. Ah, well. A handful of you seem to like it, so I'll take it (and no, I'm not really in the best of spirits right now/lately. A bit discouraged about one of my other stories getting "shunned" just cuz of its genre. But c'est la vie).

Oh, and yes, as always, I've named every one of my original charries the way I have for a related reason. If you care to know what their names mean, just contact me.

Important Credits: There are several poems that will be recited by my characters that I must give appropriate credit for. The very first (which will be read by Amala's sister) is a funeral poem by an unknown author (at least, as far as I know), entitled, "The Broken Chain." The second (read by Amala's husband) is another funeral poem by A.K. Rowswell, entitled "Should You Go First." And finally, at the very end of this chapter is one of my favorite quotes, entitled "A Mother's Love," said by one I have yet to find out, unfortunately.

This first book/chapter was written/created in October 2006.





The Passing

A cool breeze swept through the somber atmosphere of Meridian, several days after the glorious birth of the municipality's new princess, and tragic departing of its queen. The once joyous kingdom was now plagued with dolor, as it prepared to say goodbye to a longtime cherished and honored benevolent monarch.

And honor her for the final time the Metamoorian inhabitants intended to do.

Despite the regrettable circumstances, the weather was nonetheless spectacular as always, with the sun shining brightly and steadily upon the private, Royal Cemetery. As had been the case with the other deceased members of the Escanor family, Queen Wiera had been placed within a grand marble-based tomb. Because blue had been her most favored of colors to adorn herself in, she had been buried in one of her favorite day gowns, made of the finest deep blue velvet. Her waist-length, mesmerizing cardinal colored tresses had been taken out of its usual elegant pigtails she'd had fancied keeping them in, and was instead swept up into an equally elegant up do atop her peaches and cream complexion.

Kept within a superb glass coffin, Queen Wiera's flawless body would never decompose, courtesy of her older and only sister, Princess Ziv (due to the innate, mystical power harbored within the Escanor women). As royal and common subjects alike filtered into the cemetery to observe their fallen queen, it both soothed and afflicted them all to observe. For it was as though she were merely slumbering, beautiful gray eyes only momentarily sheltered from the world.

However, it would never be momentary, but forever permanent . . .

Because it was an Escanor Royal Family tradition for the women to lead any and all ceremonies, it had fallen upon Princess Ziv's shoulders to conduct the entire Passing solemnity. It was just as well, as her brother-in-law, Royal Consort Casimir, was far too distraught to utter more than one word, let alone an entire ceremony's worth. He sat, dressed within all black regal attire and hunched over within his seat nearest to his wife's glass casket. His long, sunlit blonde hair gently caressed his desolate countenance from time to time (due to the continued, gentle wind that seemed to almost want to wipe away the steady flow of tears that fell from out of his dark brown eyes).

Casimir felt supremely angry with himself that he did not have the power -- any sort of power -- to have been able to save Amala's life. It felt as though, the only thing he'd had to offer to her -- to their loyal subjects -- was his physical presence and noble title. He'd never previously realized precisely how much it made him feel like a worthless figurehead, because he had not been born with and did not have any inherent abilities as his beloved wife had been endowed with.

Perhaps that was precisely why only the women within the Escanor lineage were allowed and eternally destined to rule, because of that immense energy dwelling within each and every one of them that would undoubtedly continue to grow as each generation passed.

Regardless of the absolute reason, Casimir had never much concerned himself with it going into his courtship and eventual marriage to Amala. None of that had honestly mattered to him, because he loved her tremendously and had intended to and did gladly support her, while she acted as head ruler of Meridian.

Now that Amala was gone, however, Casimir felt as though his views were beginning to drastically change, at the same time that his heart began to swell with foreign vexation and inadequacy.

It was my continued lack of might -- both royally as well as magically -- that has resulted in your death, my love,he thought depressingly, staring vacantly down at his hands in increased realization. And now, our people will surely begin to suffer now without you, and I will still be unable to appropriately help . . . as Ziv, not I, shall soon take your place as ruler . . .

Casimir felt his limp appendages beginning to clench tightly in surprised, growing resentment he had never felt before as he gazed upon his sister-in-law carrying on with the Passing ceremony before him. He truly loved and treasured Ziv almost as much as he always had Amala, and respected her tremendously as a bold and esteemed member of the Escanor family.

In fact, it would have been Ziv to have ascended the throne as the new Queen Wiera before Amala, as Ziv was the older sister. However, tradition also dictated that only either a betrothed or already wed Escanor woman could rule as chosen queen. And because Ziv had been and still was neither, the title had gone to Amala (which was something Casimir honestly never quite understood, as Ziv was nearly identical to her younger sister in regards to beauty and wit).

Of course, now there was no choice, as besides little newborn Säde, Ziv was the only other living, eligible future queen to rule over Meridian.

Perhaps one day that decree shall change, and a male member of the Royal Family shall rise to power, fleetingly mused Casimir, a bit bitterly as he slowly began to focus his attention onto Princess Ziv's eulogy.

"We have, all of us, gathered here to say our final farewells to our beloved ruler, Queen Amala "Wiera" Escanor, and to commit her into the hands of the Great Beyond," said the wise and headstrong Princess Ziv, dressed within her own black attire, as she stood tall before the mourning guests. While her voice and demeanor remained steadily fortified with courage, her uniquely distinct, heterochromatic eyes of hazel and brown shimmered with visible hurt.

As Amala's older sister, it had always fallen upon Ziv to look out for her as well as her best interests -- to ensure that Amala would never stray or become lost.

Now that you are gone, I fear it is I who will become lost, Mala, she silently reflected as she referred to her younger sister by the nickname she had for so long bestowed onto her. She allowed her eyes to travel away from the guests and onto the crystal clear coffin. I may have always been deemed the more "unyielding" of the two of us, with you continuing to look to me for strength and guidance . . . However, it was from you that I continued to secretly draw my own strength.

You were this world's luminescence, with your grace, beauty, and kindness . . . it will be something I shall dearly miss . . . I only pray that I will be able to instill into little Säde every ounce of your qualities -- I am certainly going to try.

"At this time, I shall deliver onto you a moving recitation that, I believe, captures the true essence -- as well as sentiments -- shared by each and every one of us in regard to our lost Queen Wiera," said Ziv profoundly, lightly clearing her throat as she closed her eyes and blindly tucked a loose strand of her shoulder length, dark chocolate colored hair that was in its usual tight bun.

"We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly,in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again . . ."

Princess Ziv paused appropriately a few moments after finishing, tuning out the strong chorus of sobs that had then begun to ring out into the atmosphere, for she was certain that it would undoubtedly do her in.

And she simply could not afford to ever appear weak in front of those who would soon have her as their new queen . . .

"At this time, I shall allow Royal Consort Casimir his voice for a few moments, as he has his own personal recitation -- one final gift -- to bestow onto his departed wife . . ." she stated firmly, before turning her jewel decorated head towards the still weeping blonde male to her left with an becalmed glance gracing her smooth visage.

"My thanks to you, your royal highness," said Casimir as strongly as his vacillating emotions could currently allow, slowly standing from his seat and moving to take his place at Princess Ziv's side. He gave the Passing attendants a brief once over of acknowledgment, before turning to face his wife's glass casket and placed both of his shaky hands upon it.

Taking a deep, extended inhale (as he prepared himself to recite his heartfelt message and more tears welled up within his brown eyes), Casimir gazed both lovingly and forlornly upon Amala's immobile, yet peaceful appearing body eternally encased within her final resting place.

"Should you go first and I remain
to walk the road alone
I'll live in memory's garden, dear
with happy days we've known
In Spring I'll wait for roses red,
when fades the lilacs blue,
In early Fall, when brown leaves call I'll catch a glimpse of you

Should you go first, and I remain
for battles to be fought,
Each thing you've touched along the way will be a hallowed spot
I'll hear your voice; I'll see your smile, though blindly I may grope
the memory of your helping hand
will buoy me on with hope

Should you go first and I remain
to finish with the scroll,
no length'ning shadows shall creep in to make this life seem droll
We've known so much of happiness
we've had our cup of joy,
and memory is one gift of God
that death cannot destroy

Should you go first and I remain,
one thing I'd have you do;
walk slowly down that long, lone path, for soon I'll follow you
I'll want to know each step you take that I may walk the same,
for some day down that lonely road
you'll hear me call your name . . ."

By some miracle, Casimir had managed to complete his entire, heartfelt deliverance, before completely breaking down. Amala, his eternal light, was gone from him, and he was not at all certain how he would be able to go on.

But I must -- for our daughter's sake, he thought in firm resolution. He slowly moved away from the coffin, looked beyond the sobbing guests and towards the palace in the distance, where his newborn princess remained (being looked after by a distraught Ilithyia, who secretly also felt a bit guilt-ridden for her queen's demise, as she had been her midwife).

Although it hurt everyone throughout the entire kingdom to be, from now on, without Queen Wiera, in no one would that hurt resonate greater within than Säde. She would never have known her mother's smile; her mother's continuous, loving touch; her mother's laughter.

Well before her life had even begun to unfold, Casimir's new daughter was already faced with great hardship and tragedy.

But it will not always be this way for you, Säde. I will make certain that your life be filled with nothing but love and joy, both Casimir and Ziv mentally vowed simultaneously and unbeknownst to the other, as the Passing drew to a close.

". . . And now I shall complete the ceremony, with the traditional, final blessing," said Princess Ziv, inclining her head towards the future subjects, who all, at the same time, rose from their seats in observance while Royal Consort Casimir moved to the other side of Amala's casket to stand directly across from his sister-in-law.

All at once did everyone present close their eyes, while Ziv blindly seized one of Casimir's hands and the both of them rested their free ones onto the coffin in between them. Almost immediately did Ziv's body begin to glow the warm, pure white of her inborn power's aura, that began to engulf Casimir before enveloping Amala's casket.

"The Light bless you and watch over you. The Light make its face shine upon you, and be gracious to you," began Princess Ziv with a distinct, solemn air despite her best attempts to remain unglued. "The Light look kindly on you and give you peace; In the Name of the Great Beyond, all that it holds, and of the Holy Light . . ."

As she spoke her final word, both Ziv and Casimir's bodies ceased to glow the moment that she'd opened her eyes and let go of his hand. However, even though the both of them had also raised their hands from the coffin, it continued to be bathed in a warm, steady aura, and would remain as such for always (as was the custom during any Passing ceremony for an Escanor).

The rest of the guests reopened their eyes as well, and all at once did everyone in attendance express the final, closing supplication that would officially end the ceremony:

". . . Return to the Light . . ."

All of Meridian's thoughts and condolences were converged onto the Passing congregation at that moment, as the guests began to slowly disperse. It would be a while before anything would go completely back to normal, but it was possible. All everyone had to keep in mind, was that Amala was not truly departed, for she had left behind her legacy -- her little ray of light (whose dreams were currently being infiltrated with beautiful, loving words granted onto her from the ethereal plane, as she continued to sleep within her bedchamber back inside of the palace):

"A mother's love is like a circle, it has no beginning and no ending. It keeps going around and around ever expanding, touching everyone who comes in contact with it. Engulfing them like the morning's mist, warming them like the noontime sun, and covering them like a blanket of evening stars. A mother's love is like a circle, it has no beginning and no ending."

-- End of Chapter Two

(A.N. Phew. That was fun. Not really. Came easy, but still. And normally I like to put descriptive text "breaks" in between long winded "speeches," but I honestly got lazy and didn't feel like it. Plus, I'd thought it might break the "mood" or sentiment if I had. Sue me, it's close to 1 in the morning here. LoL Anyway, so I decided to be as "original" as possible, and call their funerals "passings," instead of funerals – hence the title. And then whole ceremony itself, tried to be as original as possible. Of course, like I said I did use a few funeral poems that actually exist, as well as that final blessing prayer that Ziv says at the end of the service. Except I changed "Lord" to "Light," and tried not to say "God" or "Heaven" as much as possible. Would have altered the poems Ziv and Casimir recited to not say "Spring" and "Fall," etc, but that would infringe upon the poets' original work. Bad enough I'd used the poems at all, as beautiful and appropriate as they are. Anyway, there it is, Amala's burial.)